Long Deploring Poems
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Heard the news all about strait of Hormuz
Israel derail flail impale Septic tanks muse
Evisceration of entire nation excuse do use
The emancipation of a pariah state the ruse
Eschews queues of pundit crews from pews
Abuse truths confuse proof of sleuths views
Clues bright clear hues who did light the fuse
Whichever side you choose everyone will lose
Fossil fuel rule the soaring price of a barrel
Notoriety of warring society as things unravel
Deploring apparel Dickensian dystopia carol
Impropriety imploring piety noone can travel
Trump myopia even after alarm of Vietnam
Cruise missiles trials denials all about harm
Disarm nuclear piles more lies from the farm
Can’t becalm not napalm just arm AI wiles
No qualm war once more hush defile isles
Crush the rush of plush paedophiles files
Written by D. W. Breidenthal
You take my breath away
I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster
I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea
This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown
The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish
You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle
On my own, but you stripped away the agony
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!
You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night
It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery
I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow?
Rarely not windy
In the far flung
Squarely unfairly unsung
Seriously deliriously magical
Mystical..mythical Catlins
Rather adept at being
Scarily palaver kept..
Wild & warily windswept
Gusts crept not
Slowing then leapt
Boom & bust thrust lust
Not caring us despairing
Sussed trussed trees cussed
Unruly unjust showing growing
Glaring..nonplussed
Haring..not fussed
Duly well &
Truly cruelly blowing
A helluva Hooley
Mean flurry of almost obscene
Breeze seems in no hurry to ease.
Smashed...whacked...bashed.. smacked
Lashed...by gusting...busting galloping gales
Never fails to leave me blustered and flustered
Lolloping..at the end of my tether
Amazed by crazed walloping weather
Raised & mustered
Brazen Mother Nature dolloping
All turned to custard
Surely they will pass...these fast blasts can't last
No need to be cryptic..it's almost apocalyptic
Have we sinned against the god of wind
Feel the real deal glee of Taw Fee Ree (Maori God of Wind)
Maybe he might hear me...respond to this plea...
Help our plight...let us alight from
The fight against the fright
Flight of breezy bite blight..
Just some respite
But it is quite a sight
Wild fling..Aotearoa spring can bring..
Darkness & light
Centre staging..in the raging...roaring..rampaging forties
No point deploring..knocking..ignoring
Shocking haughty windy warlocks
Soaring..scoring..rocking the joint
Warring.. doing their naughty thing
I linger at my laptop day and night.
Not making a fiction to shift a slight.
My ink was poised on the tips of my knuckles.
There isn't a veil of aims waffle puzzles.
Sonnet forming is an arduous endeavor task.
It should be tame as faces veiled with a mask.
But then, it may truly stay as excessive.
Alternatively, should rhyme it with pensive.
In point of fact, I'd say it's relatively precise.
Sonnet forming is a complex endeavor to entice.
It is prompted you to describe it with your eye.
But all I can rake stand a specific region of the sky.
A mouth heaped with fiction and sophistry.
Vacant storage space of bounty.
A storeroom that has been overcome by mice.
"Goodness!"My mind is deploring in an obscene vice.
Crafting a poem presents a daunting challenge.
Dazed, I flung my pen down expunge
It was simply too much for me to handle.
I sincerely obtained sight of the paper bundle.
I had seen my sadness jotted in dim crafting.
Moreover, I transformed it into a concert showing.
Artists are bound to name it a stanza or verse.
I took a gander at the page with unity and curse.
I'm grasping my worksheets in my hand.
Despite the way that my verse was bland.
I included an explanation that my poems were bad.
Unlike squashed stone, Lyric composing is hard.
Written: November 20, 2021
"Well, I'm sorry but this is boring and your list of fines, it's got me snoring and I don't mean to be ignoring you but pouring out my story won't make my driving less deploring so I guess what I'll admit is that some of these tickets are legit but I wish you would just quit having this fit, since there really was no marking saying no parking and my dogs are really barking. So let's hurry this towards an end, is driving backward really so absurd? I won't pretend no accidents occurred but from what I heard it could be worse, for pete sakes it was only some defective brakes, this really takes the cake for such a small mistake, and sometimes I think they're just too bright so I drive at night with no headlights and you might think you're right but did we really need a seatbelt when we felt we were held in by more people than seats dealt? It just doesn't make sense, it's only an expired license! It's all in the past tense and I don't appreciate your comments about that ticket so I'll tell you where to stick it!
I will pay the speeding one, I was needing just a little fun and may have missed reading the sign that would be heeding the speed in which I should have gone, so there, I said that I was wrong now here's some cash to pay this con, I had to pawn some things of mine to pay this fine and I don't mean to cross a line or hold things up while I whine but since you think you're so devine, and I don't even really mind paying all the powers that be, that tower over at the DMV but it really tends to sour me when I've been waiting for how many hours? 3!!!"
As scientist search other planets for water,
I think about Indian villages which don't have drinking water.
Astronomical research what is its utility?
Except for telecom services everything else is futility!
Money spend on space expeditions and exploring,
Should be diverted to masses whose conditions are deploring.
Even if we do find extraterrestrial life, Goldilocks zone,
What will be the benefits? Will we ever live in those zones?
Water and air are getting polluted every day,
Government is doing nothing to stop it in any way.
Let's address real problems here on earth,
Instead of spending money on what lies beyond earth!
21st March 2021
Inspired by Goldilocks Zone Contest of Anthony Biaanco
This vain wish to live longer, somewhere,
makes me struggle with my vulnerability
of having been born with the fear of dying...
and before that is accomplished: let me live!
I've been told, " It's not possible that time can freeze youth indefinitely,"
but that intricate illusion was too persistent and real;
this boy always believed it would have never faded...
now being sorrowful and old, I realize how untrue and contrived it was!
Be convivial and consume your time wisely,
don't hold the conviction that over-the-hill is the end;
you've gathered all the knowledge to survive another year,
and on your calendar mark every birthday and celebrate...
I will do the same believing that I'd continue walking in eternity
as when youth froze time to contradict an undeserved fate
without connoting wrong, but being congrous and fair...
oh, youth your concession has compensated me for that loss!
I should be miserable as anybody else...lamenting and lashing,
but what good it would do if not harm me and shorten these days?
I enjoy every moment that life gives me...being hopeful for more to come;
others cuss, slander and end life demolishing all they had built in their past!
I denote my achievements as milestones that everyone will remember,
and certainly I'll be sought after for the secrets my words will unfold;
and their purpose and extent are very conceivable to the scholar and reader...
not deploring the naive idea that time can freeze youth indefinitely.
Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...
Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb
of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home
red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises
when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent
deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam
still fifty years since Leipers
bon voyage into netherland
father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love
translated meant absolute zero value
toward offspring they begot,
and made quite clear loathing
heaped upon sundered fountainhead
good for nothing son of a...,
he whittled away precious time
reading avast among trove of material
crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves
mostly to impress intellectual visitors,
when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,
donned with "FAKE" literacy
stereotypical "rednecks,"
inexplicably begot wunderkind
agog with inhaling literature
in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers
oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown
sequestered most remote nook
within local library
few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest
distraction, whence schoolmaster
detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously
dull jabbering subjected
stone faced classmates
into instant soporific state
futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight
including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake
realized quite a vivid dream!
Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
They couldn't have chosen a nest-bed more complex, or vaster.
I lauded their industry (toiling through Sunday, no qualms!),
and almost felt guilty for loitering by their pilaster.
My wife was the hold-up. Those scanty straps were a disaster,
her shoulders cold-shouldered! Here, there's no right to bare arms.
Basilicas don't come mightier, or more splendid, than this one:
Saint Peter's in Rome, High Renaissance, wide-fabled by poets.
The great Michelangelo crafted this Christian Aswan:
they've gathered its glories in guidebooks, so no-one need miss one.
Those frantic ants scampered on legend, but they didn't know it.
And isn't that rather like us? As we hurry and scurry,
accomplishing little, accounting ourselves oh so clever,
ignoring the story (except our immediate worries),
deploring as boring whatever creates no quick flurry,
we miss the magnificence dwarfing our petty endeavours.